In the warmness of friendship did I find you. The nostalgia and camaraderie. Did we find love? The kind that cannot be expressed or felt because it is etched deep in the journey.
This companionship brings so much contentment, a feeling of never having to be alone even as we traipse this lonely world.
Even after we have gone our separate ways, we always intersect at the junction where we love books, we create art, and our passion for beyond the norm links us so strongly. or is it the memory from another time?
A time where life was so simple and the future seemed linear. Callings were sure and change was a simple thing. A little talk here and there, actions were only needed in the future, meals in crowded cafeterias, walks through ajose, finding venues for perspective- our own solemn community.
Tolu, the future is here and we are lost or are we finding ourselves? we are wandering, convinced we have not met us yet. On a search for who we are and what we were made to do here. It is hard, we have been tossed. Faith and doubt, Pleasure and pain, certainty and uncertainty.
When was it that we met at first bank, or where did we meet again? I remember our mini dates, our suya hangouts, your story about the north. We met in the south. Now, I am in the North but we have not been further apart.
I am grateful for friendship. Finding you always is bliss. A reminder of good times and hope for better. A companionship that feels so blessed, a marker of yet.
Even as you hide in your shell and I try to hibernate with you, even as you ask how I feel in my soul, when you feel guilty for leaving me outside all by myself.
When we talk about our love lives, when we cry from heartbreaks, I think we always know that we are more than all we go through but it makes sense when we remind each other.
Here’s to walking down memory lane and the journey ahead.
Connoisseur of Memories 